Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

Moscow, Russia

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  Despite the chaos surrounding you, a surge of determination fueled your actions. Swiftly assessing the situation, you knew that time was of the essence, and you couldn't afford to hesitate. With a strength born of urgency, you hoisted Bullet up as he limped, his weight leaning on your shoulder, a testament to the gravity of the situation. Soldiers continued to press for a rapid evacuation, realizing the imminent danger of the encroaching enemy forces. Your steps were purposeful as you navigated the turbulent environment, each footfall echoing the commitment to bring him to safety.

  The building, once a labyrinth of potential threats, now became a gauntlet of survival. Bullets whizzed by, and the chaos intensified as you forged a path through the firefight. The urgency in your movements mirrored the urgency in the voices around you, but your focus remained singular: get Bullet to safety. Guided by instinct and a fierce determination, you maneuvered through the perilous environment, seeking cover and using your free arm to shoot enemies. The weight of him on your shoulder was a constant reminder of the responsibility you had undertaken, a burden you carried with unwavering resolve.

  As you neared the extraction point, the roar of a helicopter's blades cut through the chaos. The soldiers on board urged you to hasten your approach. The burden of Bullet's injuries weighed heavily, but your determination to bring him to safety propelled you forward. With a final burst of effort, you reached the waiting helicopter. The soldiers assisted in securing him on board, and as the aircraft lifted off, leaving the battleground behind, a mix of relief and tension settled in the air.

  The mission had taken an unexpected turn, and the cost was evident in the wounds and scars carried by both the team and the building itself. Yet, in that moment, the sense of accomplishment was palpable. You had defied the odds, ensuring that he would receive the care he needed. As the helicopter soared through the night sky, the urgent need for medical attention for Bullet became apparent. The chaos of the recent firefight lingered, but amidst the confined space of the aircraft, you shifted into a different mode, one ingrained through the lessons taught at a young age.

  Setting Bullet down gently on a secure surface within the helicopter, you swiftly accessed a small medical kit on board. The rhythmic thump of the helicopter blades provided a backdrop to the focused urgency with which you worked. Your hands moved with practiced precision, the training received under Price's guidance coming to the forefront. The mask you wore did little to impede your ability to assess his injuries. The wounds were grim reminders of the harsh realities of war, but your determination to provide aid eclipsed any discomfort or weariness.

  Using the available medical supplies, you began to clean and dress Bullet's wounds, your movements deliberate and calculated. The hum of the helicopter's engines and the distant sounds of the ongoing mission outside became a distant backdrop to the intimate moment of medical care within the aircraft. The weight of responsibility hung in the air as you tended to him, the bond forged through years of training and shared experiences shaping your actions. The helicopter's interior transformed into a makeshift medical bay, a testament to the adaptability and resilience required in the field.

  Despite the challenging circumstances, your ability to provide medical assistance honed through early teachings, proved valuable. As the helicopter continued its journey, you remained focused on ensuring his stability, a silent commitment to the well-being of your comrade amid the turbulence of war. The words hung in the air, a mix of relief and concern evident in a soldier named Krash's voice. "I didn't think you would make it out, Y/N," he spoke, the gravity of the recent events weighing heavily on the minds of everyone aboard the helicopter.

  Your gaze met Krash's, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges faced and the uncertainties that defined the mission. The camaraderie among soldiers forged through shared experiences created an unspoken understanding, and Krash's words reflected the collective sense of relief at seeing each other alive in the aftermath of the ambush.  "I've been through worse, Krash," you replied, your voice steady despite the weariness that clung to each word. The mask you wore did little to conceal the resolve in your eyes as you continued attending to Bullet's injuries. "Survival is the name of the game," you added, glancing briefly at Krash before returning your focus to the task at hand. The training and experiences that had shaped you from a young age had instilled a sense of adaptability, an ability to navigate the complexities of war with a resolute spirit.

  Krash's gaze shifted to Bullet, the wounded soldier who lay nearby, attended to by you. There was a flicker of concern in Krash's eyes as he spoke, "Do you think he's gonna be okay, Y/N?" Your hands continued their work, deftly addressing his injuries as you replied, "He's tough. We'll get him patched up. It's gonna be a rough road, but he'll make it." The assurance in your voice carried a note of confidence, a reflection of the trust forged through years of shared experiences and the unyielding bond among soldiers. Your hands worked with practiced precision, applying pressure to the wounds in Bullet's right shoulder and abdomen to staunch the bleeding.

  "Bullet, you're gonna be okay. Just hang in there," you reassured him, your voice a steady anchor amid the turbulence of the situation. The rhythmic thump of the helicopter blades and the distant sounds of the ongoing mission created a dissonant symphony, but within the small space, the shared commitment to ensuring no one was left behind echoed louder. With a sense of relief, you noticed that Bullet's condition seemed stable for the moment. The bleeding had been successfully managed, and his vital signs showed signs of improvement. Swiftly, you approached Lieutenant Miller, your voice cutting through the ongoing noise in the helicopter.

  "Lieutenant, he's stable for now. I've managed to stop the bleeding, but he'll need proper medical attention once we're on the ground," you reported, the urgency evident in your tone. Lieutenant Miller, with a nod of acknowledgment, surveyed the situation. "Good work, Y/N. We'll get him the help he needs once we touch down. Stay vigilant; we're not out of the woods yet," he replied, the weight of command and the responsibility for the team's well-being reflected in his demeanor.

  The shared commitment to each other's safety remained unwavering, and as the helicopter continued its journey, the focus shifted to ensuring that Bullet and every member of the team received the care required to navigate the challenges that awaited them on the ground.

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